When it comes to dream destinations, I’m drawn to the exotic. My current location? Cuba. My dream trip? An African safari. We might have end up in Aruba on our honeymoon after considering flight distances, but Rodolfo’s first choice was South East Asia.
I promise I don’t lust after far-flung destinations out of some desire to sound cool. Australia is about as far as you can get from just about anywhere else, but it’s never really called to me. Maybe the fact that they speak English elicits a yawn from my sense of adventure? But by that logic I should be bored by Spanish speaking destinations too now that I’m equally comfortable en español.
Ireland gets its fair share of admiration, and I always say, truthfully, that I’ve been. To Dublin. For a day. My church choir hopped across on the ferry from Wales to see the Book of Kells (I remember it’s a beautifully illustrated religious book, and that’s it), and my main memory of the day is being unable to find a decent pub in which to shelter from the rain.
I realize that trip didnt really give the whole country a fair shot, but to be honest, despite the rave reviews, I haven’t been tempted back. They speak English in Ireland, after all. Then I saw the Hecks’ fantastic photos from Northern Ireland, and yes, I know Northern Ireland is a completely separate country, but it’s not exactly a huge island. Perhaps I could give regular old Ireland another shot.
Plus there’s my recent trip to Valparaíso to consider. Never having been impressed by the city on many previous visits, suddenly I found myself really enjoying it thanks to finally learning my travel style. I like to call it “make exhaustive Google maps of things to see and places to eat.” I’m working on a snappier name.
And ok, a family member’s adventures in Australia do sound pretty cool after all, although I could do without my vehicle breaking down in the Outback. Perhaps my rule will be that I stick to the bits of Oz that are Google mappable.
The truth is, while there are some places that underwhelm, I’ve had great trips to the least likely of destinations. And I love the hell out of London, which is hardly exotic or unusual and is kind of the original hotbed of English speaking. Maybe it’s time to forget my hang ups and go anywhere my budget – and husband – can take me.
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